DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Deimos hadn’t given much thought to his sleeping rituals either – mostly because there wasn’t much to it. The only disconcerting thing might be the potential for nightmares, for ghosts returning in the middle of the evening, leading a time of rest to devastation and ruin too. But it’d been a lengthy amount of time since his last one, perhaps his mind was too distracted and deterred by everything else going on, to even bother with his history of wraiths and phantoms. The warrior would apologize if the event came up – otherwise, any apprehension towards impending slumber was largely withheld. Had he of known about her consternation, the beast might’ve extended his nonchalance, composure, and calm platitudes, lending his acceptance and tolerance, as so many had done for him.To think she doesn’t belong too – he’d always ensure that she did.
Yet, it was the vibrant unknown, so he continued with his work, scrubbing away at dishes in the sink, deviating attention between her and any food stuck on plates. He glanced back up from his tasks when he heard her answer - nightly prayers - and the heathen, the fiend, confirmed another notation of credence. While he had almost no faith in celestial beings, in gods, in deities, Amalia had ample amounts, a fundamental difference between the pair. Their experiences in those regards wildly contrasted; he’d been a bestial, irreverent, seditious force, otherwise ignored from anything or anyone secure in Elysium, and she’d had them seemingly all her life. The Shield of Safrin; a vital contortion to the stars and the skies.
He didn’t begrudge her that fact; he’d been born into Abandonment, the magic in his veins destroying any opportunity or chance, and then his exploits thereafter further segmenting any ideals they might have longed or craved in a barbaric beast.
There was nothing bitter in his nod, complying with her necessities. It could be much the same for his rituals of swordplay, and she’d never reacted negatively along those intervals (though simply not choosing to impart in them on a regular basis – her decision, nothing forced upon her). She must’ve comprehended there would be no shrine in his vicinity, naught paying homage to those a vast majority worshipped, but she wouldn’t be unwelcome to commit to her rituals within his home. “You may go where you wish,” he endeavored with a smile, another nod, as he dried the dishes, towel in hand, placing them along the counter.
Unite and spread the heart apart
